"Uh, hey, Is it just me, or is it hot in here? How bout' a little A.C., huh?"
"Air conditioning wastes gas. I'll just crack a window."
"Don't you dare, Wade! People will think we can't afford air conditioning!"
"Uh, hey, Is it just me, or is it hot in here? How bout' a little A.C., huh?"
"Air conditioning wastes gas. I'll just crack a window."
"Don't you dare, Wade! People will think we can't afford air conditioning!"
"Are we anywhere remotely near HappyWorldLand yet?
"No, but if you're bored, we could always play..."
"Spot the car? Spot the car?"
"Heh heh. Spot the car."
"Whee!"
"Oh, you mean, like, spot the red cars, or the cars with out-of-state plates?"
"No, any car!"
"Here they come!"
"There's a car! There's a car! There's a car! There's a car!" (Laugh)
"Fun game."
"Look! here come some more!"
"There's a car! There's a car! There's a car! There's a... whoops. Truck!" (Laugh)
"Shoot me."
"Look, Hammy, here's the cream of my collection: A pristine mint-condition first printing of Immature Radioactive Samurai Slugs, number one!"
"Oh, Plucky, we don't allow Hamton to read comic books on family trips."
"Sheesh. Typical parents. Convinced Comics will sap a kid's cerebellum."
"It's not that. Reading in the car always makes me..." (Gulps) "Carsick."
"Newsflash: A psychotic killer has escaped from the state maximum security prison. The raving maniac is described as a lanky man with straggly hair and a pasty complexion. When last sighted, the homicidal fiend was wearing a dirty baseball cap, tattered overcoat, and green hi-tops."
"Phew!"
"Wait. I'm sorry, That's orange hi-tops."
"Mama..."
"Doctors report the slavering lunatic has a psychotic aversion to pork. In fact, exposure to any pig product will cause him to go screaming off the deep end. If seen, please notify the authorities at once! Remember this important number: 555-9—"
"Honestly, there's so much sensationalism in the media these days."
"There's that nice young man we met. Did you give him our address?"
"No, Mom. I gave him Plucky's."
"WHAT?!??!"